It seems strange, the circle things seem to move in, if a circle it even is. More a pattern. You wake up just to go to sleep again. You bathe just to get dirty. You open yourself up just to be crushed.
I was a fool to hope. It's always been my shortcoming, a deep optimism, hidden like a tumour, that believes everything will be alright. Whatever irony fate has in store, no matter how bad things get, everyone will come through it unscathed.
In my mind, it works. Everyone takes a step back and sees how stupid their being. In my mind. In the real world, people don't see things that way. They'd rather make a million reasons as to why something can't be done than try for the impossible. They'd rather fight and tear each other apart than reason.They'd rather betray trust and shatter dreams.
I feel detached.
Unknown "thanthan" Hopeless
- 15 years, 12 months ago